Wednesday, May 17, 2006

a honeymoon in deep waters

A honeymoon in deep waters.

The rising.

You are beyond words and ideas.

Too near to be anyone else.

I am not
because You are the nature
of every creature.

You make a bridal chamber
of every heart.

You cannot be found
I can only be replaced
and in that loss
I gain my bride.

The cheetah wears Your scent.
Each flower is Your face,
Your passion.

Beyond words and ideas
but not beyond the poetry
of a speaking soul.

Image: "Goddess Unfurled" by n.m.rai